Dragons only want to be in the water, and don't like to stay in the wilderness

Chapter 25: Finally getting to learn magic!
The air in Fangcun Mountain was as poisonous as ever. As he stepped down, the stone actually came into being.

Chen Zhu hurriedly used the method of "Ran Qi" to merge his body with nature, thus preventing the mountain from becoming spiritual.

The master must be angry.

Since no one came out to pick him up this time, Chen Zhu felt a little nervous and his steps began to become uncomfortable.

In his hand he held a coral which he had found in the sea and which was better than the wild fruits.

Just then, he saw a little monkey jumping on the steps running down the mountain, wearing a Taoist robe.

"Brother! Brother Zhuming!"

The little monkey is as cute as ever, and my eyes light up when I see him.

"Master asked me to pick you up!"

The little monkey landed in front of him and recognized Chen Zhu at a glance.

There is only one dragon in the entire Sanxing Cave.

"It's Brother Wukong."

Chen Zhu looked at the little monkey and rubbed his head with his paw: "How are you doing in the temple?"

A hint of cunning flashed in the little monkey's eyes, and he dodged slightly.

With the instruction of the ancestors in recent years, he has become very agile and it is not easy for Senior Brother Zhuming to meet him.

Chen Zhu was stunned when he found nothing in his hand.

The little monkey smiled mischievously two steps away from him, scratching his ears and cheeks: "Brother, come and catch me, come and catch me."

"Okay, okay, let's play like this, right?"

What if the 144-fold increase in his incense offerings was fake?

A smile flickered in his eyes and suddenly disappeared.

What a great speed!

The little monkey was still in a daze when the back of his neck was lifted up.

"Junior brother, you must be lazy. Why are you so slow?"

"I'm not lazy."

The little monkey struggled to explain himself, but it was useless in the end. How could he possibly defeat Chen Zhu?
There was a lot of the aura of the spiritual fruit that he gave to his master on Sun Wukong's body, and the innate qi was rich, which made Chen Zhu subconsciously like him even more.

At least not as toxic as this world.

"How is Master feeling?"

On the way, Chen Zhu tried to ask indirectly whether Patriarch Bodhi was angry with him.

"Master hasn't been in a good mood lately."

The little monkey said bluntly: "Look at the sky, are there a lot of clouds? When there are a lot of clouds, the master will be unhappy."

No matter how much he procrastinated, Chen Zhu finally arrived at the temple and met Patriarch Bodhi in his dormitory.

Unlike before, the Patriarch had a bit more oppression, and the whisk wasn't as smooth as before.

"The candlelight is coming."

Patriarch Bodhi looked at Chen Zhu and slowly poured two cups of tea.

"I want one too, I want one too!"

The little monkey started to make a scene, so Bodhi Patriarch poured him another cup and waved his hand to drive him away, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:
"Have you finished your homework for today? Why don't you go and practice? Don't be lazy."

"Disciple, I will go right away, right away~"

The little monkey drank the lotus root along with the tea leaves, then ran away chewing the tea leaves in his mouth.

"Close the door."

"I forgot, hehe."

The little monkey went away and came back, and left again, leaving only Bodhi Patriarch, Chen Zhu and the dragon in the room.

The atmosphere was slightly frozen. Patriarch Bodhi looked at him steadily. He was under a lot of pressure, so he handed the coral to him and said, "Master, this is a small gift from your disciple to you."

"Have a heart."

Coral became a stepping stone. In the eyes of the ancestors, this thing was comparable to a magical treasure.

Bodhi looked at Chen Zhu and finally said, "I want to go to your world."

Too straightforward! Even though Chen Zhu had guessed it before, he didn't expect the master to say it directly.

Looking outside, the sky was becoming more cloudy.

"Don't be afraid, disciple. I have my own reasons. I am not greedy for anything."

The master opened up and talked about some irrelevant things.

"I have many disciples. Guangyan has a straightforward personality and often washes my clothes."

"Juehai has a bad temper, but his cooking is delicious."

"Ruyu came late, but she is a careful girl."

He pointed outside the window, where some disciples were practicing in pairs, laughing and talking happily.

"Zhu Ming, what do you think will happen to them if I am gone one day?"

"Why is Master not here?"

Chen Zhu laughed: He found that the master was not like those group members.

"Yes, how could the master not be here?"

Patriarch Bodhi also laughed and stretched out his hand to touch his dragon eyebrow: "Come, let me see if you have slacked off in your cultivation over the past few years."

Chen Zhu dodged back and laughed, "You can't catch me."

His incense increased by 140 times... (Patriarch Bodhi grabbed the back of his neck)... and yet he was still caught.

Good man, the magician is unreasonable.

"good."

The master smiled and took back his hand, "I wish you to completely enter the Dao of Fire God. Come, I will continue to teach you how to improve yourself in the next step."

For a moment, the ceiling was covered with golden lotus, and the small dormitory seemed to have become a vast world.

When the time was up, Chen Zhu opened his eyes with regret, feeling that his Fire Wishing Divine Dao had improved a little.

The master seemed to be truly sincere to him.

He looked at the wooden stick on the ground. This time it took about fifty minutes, a little longer than last time, which proved that his luck was making up for it.

He closed his eyes, took in what he had gained, and began to enter a state of meditation.

Wisps of incense spread over his body, but because of the "Ran Qi" method taught by Han Li, it did not cause any noise.

Only the hollow tree was swaying slightly. The Taiyuan Spirit Turtle stopped "escaping from prison" and turned its head to look at the tree.

Incense is a panacea, and he felt his own Qi constantly replenishing, having worked tirelessly for a year.

In the second year, Zhuhuo Shendao had made significant progress, and he could vaguely see more things along the incense line.

Following a silk thread, one could see the people of the Qin Dynasty kneeling down to him devoutly, chanting something and praying for his blessing.

Compared with before, the Qin people now have ruddy complexions and plump bodies, which is a world of difference from before.

Looking along another line, the people of Yadrat had strange faces and unnatural expressions.

There is nothing he can do about this. Frieza’s methods are definitely not so glorious, but as long as it does not involve his interests, Chen Zhu will not pursue it too much.

Believe in yourself, at least your life will be saved, right?
After what happened before, he was no longer afraid of Patriarch Bodhi and placed his precious opportunity in the world of Journey to the West.

Chatting and joking with the little monkey, and bragging with my fellow disciples, we became quite familiar with each other after a while.

Of course, the most important thing is his achievements.

The more powerful your Qi refining becomes, the higher the water will rise.

One day, the ancestor told him: "I have already told you what you need to pay attention to in Zhuhuo Shendao. Next, it is time to teach you a few magic spells."

This was a decision he made after careful consideration. Although Chen Zhu's Qi refining skills were not yet perfect, he could practice magic because of his size and quality.

"Spell!"

Chen Zhu's eyes lit up. Is this day finally coming?
Han Li taught his method of "Ran Qi", and he finally got started when he met the statue of Zulong, which gave him a great sense of security.

The most straightforward example is that the Ceratopsians came looking for him, but every time they couldn't find him, and it was the same everywhere they looked.

Qingying tried to make marks, but they were removed by Chen Zhu every time.

Patriarch Bodhi is different from Han Li. The spells he chooses for him must be tailor-made for him.

(End of this chapter)